Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you -- money's no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more soda
Yo yo yo get fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my moms man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. They guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse One: Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
There's a new in town holdin it down
the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin
And the last one is death, to the essence
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin

Verse Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
Wu will grow llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Ricaans be givin me shit, the dutch shit
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time
Them niggaz up in figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs goose bears blowin this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the in the cloud with silver linings
breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you approach it dim pones
The overfiend like noah green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the
Happen two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your son it's time for boutin
a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Killer

God forth upon holy down of the track
It's the that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
'cause I strike, like
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My wisdom up your respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty of humidity
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad for blocks so
Feel the force of from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to them my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos growas bravo
we know, best sellas become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
Remember them kids came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal
flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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